Collection of Poems

Dance With The Devil

At one point, I thought you were an angel, but now you're the devil.

I feel your cold dead eyes, stealing the life of mine.

How could this be that you seemed like such an angel and yet turn out to be like a demon?

To be completely honest, I just wis that you were still that angel that I though that you were and not that daemon that you have become.

Every day I dance with the devil against the will of this imaginary man called God.

But here I stand, helpless and I am left for dead.

I can feel your cold dead eyes, trying to steal this life of mine.

I can feel you trembling and crawling across my skin.

None of us are what we thought that we truly were.

Never would I have ever guessed that I would have ever liked someone who is a demon spawn of the devil.

I don't know if I want to dance with the devil or if I want to dance with an angel, but I definitely know I don't want to dance with you.

Just close your eyes because so many days have gone by.

It's easy to find what's wrong, but it's a hell of a lot harder to find what's right in things.

I know I won't last long in this world so wrong.

Let's dance with the devil tonight. Let's just be ourselves with the devil instead of being something that we aren't with God.

I can feel your cold dead eyes trying to steal the life of mine.